My fondest memory of Peter Kjolsrud: A few years ago we drove to the airport to collect Peter, Simon and Tovah after their 2-hour flight from Portland, they were spending a few weeks in Arizona to visit their families. Peter and Simon came into the baggage claim where we were waiting for them. They were dressed in classic Peter and Simon uniform: shaggy blonde hair, Levi's and Converse. I was so jealous! Simon and I bumped knuckles ("bump-swoosh!") like a couple of kids. "'Sup? 'Sup!" Peter, though, was not interested in bumping knuckles. Oh no. Instead, he bee-lined it, head first, right into my abdomen and gave me a big Peter Kjolsrud-sized hug, the kind that would put a bear out of business. "Oooof!", I said; he had literally knocked the wind out of me! He was a tough little guy, maybe too tough for us down here...